The Tommy-Noiseless automatics in the hands of Bey and Elmer Allen gave their silenced FLIC FLIC FLIC sounds, equally ineffective.
"Border, Breed Nor Birth"
Dallas McCord Reynolds
The graceful animals took off at a prohibitive rifle range, as usual, but Abrahim el Bakr had thrown his small, all but tiny weapon to his shoulder and FLIC FLIC FLIC, with a sound no greater than the cracking of a ground nut, had knocked over three of them before the others had disappeared around a dune.
"Black Man's Burden"
Dallas McCord Reynolds
Bey's light automatic FLIC FLIC FLICked its excitement and dust and dirt enveloped the wall facing Crawford.
"Black Man's Burden"
Dallas McCord Reynolds